snow so white it hurts
even the air, astonished,
draws its frozen breath
Small words echo here
In emptiness they stand tall
Red woods among pines.
Full dandelion
Swollen with good intentions
Blown into the wind
Cicadas singing
Trees sweating sweet aroma
Bathing in the sun
sunlight cuts below
storm clouds bowling the meadow
in sparkling thistle
Turquoise fog rises
Searchlights moving rapidly
Midnight sky coming
Running from sunsets
Swimming through smog filled wind gusts
Beauty in poison
Between the puddles
the rain is invisible.
The sidewalk is still.
ocean mugs the shore
awaiting the next onslaught
pebbles lie trembling
she unwraps her hair
a sea of flowers and rain
flows from her wonder
Fall has tumbled in
The light is rusty gold now
Raining from the trees
Under a blanket
of soft freshly fallen snow
lie tomorrow's seeds.
Looking south, ducks call.
Sighing, trees release summer:
Fluttering leaf falls.
We are storms at sea,
Falcons above the desert,
A great song in all.
alert hare watches
ears up clover sun dining
with nervous cat thoughts
fallen autumn leaves
chin on paws on empty boots
come on boy. . .good boy
Restless, scattered mind
Awakens me before dawn
Bobcat at our pond
birds and crickets chirp
locusts bounce in high grasses
Arboretum dawn
framed in shades of blue
billowing white taffeta
summer's midday sky
at dusk, rowan trees
become long-fingered giants
unbraiding my hair
storm clouds cast fine nets,
trawling the mountain shadows
sinking sun plunges
Ghost wind chills the air
Snow flesh clings to cold tree bones
Winter haunts the streets
old city graveyard
strains of a familiar tune
amid the bare trees
Late summer sun warms
tomato is turning red
earth spins and wobbles
evening chorus,
ecstatic cacophony
pond frogs praising rain
Our days like driftwood
on a bare reach of river,
gifts from gods upstream
Whitecapped bands of clouds
Roll in waves across the sky
Toward the beach of dawn.
shadows stretch long arms
underneath the dripping sun
anticipation
Blue filters through oak
leaves, catching the green on fire
like copper burning.
spring in New Hampshire
snow clusters on sundresses
stiff on the clothesline
Pandemonium
Cantering across the field
Freedom incarnate
Your skin bowing 'neath
my touch reminds the deaf sky
of stars, of sleep.
Snow-capped mountains loom,
aglow beside the still sound;
rumbling motor-boat.
Ghostly glow of moon
Unsung songs of sleeping birds
Waiting to emerge
Heart, bare, frozen shut;
like the yonder river's ice,
still forevermore.
Cherry blossom trees
release sweet dancing petals
in seasons of spring